Tatooine [closed to: violentus] [spoilers for TRoS]

[girlandherstaff]

Tatooine made Rey sure of one thing: she still really hated desert planets. Thank the Maker she had a ship of her own and didn't need to wait on Finn or Poe coming back to get her - they had offered, but this was something she needed to do on her own. She had debated the place of the saber burial a lot, part of her felt that maybe Ach-to was a better location, but the Skywalker legacy had began on Tatooine, it only made sense that their weapons should be there.

Even if there was a twinge of annoyance about it through the Force.

She kneels on the sand, staring at the position the sabers have been buried, feeling the heat on her hands and legs. It's not sunk in yet, any of it. She's still expecting to go back to base and find Master Leia there, grumbling over people not being able to understand an order. Still expecting that feeling of the world falling away and -

She can't go there. She can't. It's been hurting since it happened. This emptiness in her. There's still so much to be done, she doesn't have time to deal with any of it, not yet.

She needs to keep moving.

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( should we cut tag this with TROS spoilers? )

[violentus]

It's an odd, disorienting feeling when he wakes up. His eyes narrow, trying to adjust to the brightness around him. Sand and sun as far as the eye can see. Large hands reach up, rubbing at his eyes as he tries to focus. Everything looks blurry and bright to him.

Pulling himself to his feet, he gazes down at his attire. Gone were the clothes of black. Instead, he woke up in brown robes, a hood struggling to stay on his head. His brow furrows as he glances around, trying to get his bearings to no avail. Jakku? Tattooine? There aren't that many sand planets. Still, he's not sure how he wound up on one of them. His memory is vague, but there are brief glimpses. This wasn't where he was before.

Her. He sees her. Her smile. Her lips. His heart clenches and he turns, wobbling as he takes a few steps. Slowly, he begins to wander, trying to find out just what's going on.